Capt. G. Wal, yer marm was so worrited abaout your trouble that she made me start off; coz she sed I could act as cap’n, if that was all the gov’ment wanted, be “master in name” (she read it in the Globe), so’s you could keep the boat. (Shoves hat on back of head, puts hands in pockets, and walks about, sailor fashion.)
J. Q. A. I was the first one to think of coming. And I went to Boston on Jim Rosson’s engine, and got a chance as train-boy to New York. And when marm found out I was bound to come, she said pup should go, too. I wanted to come and punch old Romberg’s head. (Walks about and inspects everything.)
Mary. But where did you get the money to come with, father? and, John (to J. Q. A.), who paid your fare from New York?
J. Q. A. Why! I paid myself, of course. What do you take me for? When I got to New York I got another chance as train-boy, all the way through; and I’ve peddled out water in a big-nosed coffee-pot from Annisport to New Orleans. And sold books, too! And prize packages, and things, and magazines. (Calls) “Harper’s! December Harper’s! Baby Pathfinder! Puck! Peanuts! Gum drops? (Offers his basket to Mary.)
Mary. You funny boy!
Capt. G. Well, yer see, yer marm—
Mary (interrupting). Sit down, father. (Offers him a camp-stool.)
Capt. G. No, I just ’s lives stand. (Leans against railing.) Yer marm took boarders all summer, an’ she made me take that money. She said ’twould never do any more good; an’, then, Leafy Jane, she’s l’arnt the millinger’s trade, an’ she giv’ me some o’ hern.
J. Q. A. I tried to get a pass for him, part way, at least; but them railroad men are so mean they’ll never help a fellow along.
Capt. G. Haow is little Nate?